Harry Potter and the Curse of Emerald Witch Part V
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I arrived at Penn straight from my prestigious English public school. I was smart and athletic, having represented my country at two sports. At home, I’d never had too much time for girls but was always fairly successful when I tried. I’d had three “proper” girlfriends but now I was at college I was determined to gain more experience.
Playing sports meant I’d developed a good physique, especially for an eighteen-year-old. Although not tall, I had very strong legs, a flat stomach that was turning into a six-pack, plus powerful shoulders and arms. With the charm of my natural English accent, I was sure I would have some success with American girls.
Settling in, the first few days of college life were filled with admin, completing forms, taking tests, signing up for email accounts and all the rest of the boring stuff.
There were some fun events introducing the new influx of students to their classmates. It was at one of these that I first saw her, at a Freshman Mixer.
Across the room, I caught a glimpse of her golden hair, the flash of a smile and those eyes. A bright, shining green, that seemed to light up the room, the kind of eyes you never forget and dream of staring into. Their emerald colour was now etched into my brain and I wanted, no, I needed to see them again.
By the time I fought my way across the crowded space, she was gone. A fleeting sight had been enough to set my heart fluttering. I scanned the mass of unknown faces, searching for her, but to no avail. As the early evening pressed on, I was sure I’d see her again.
Around the room I went, smiling politely as people introduced themselves and I reciprocated. Finally, I bumped into a couple of English lads although just at Penn as exchange students. So, we spent much of the rest of the event chatting amongst ourselves and touring the room.
While talking, a group of girls came across to us. Intrigued by our accents, we soon got talking. One of the girls, in particular, caught my attention, a cute, half-Hispanic girl from New Mexico called Marissa. She was tiny and petite, no more than five feet tall, with amazingly thin legs and a long, sensuous neck, with deep brown hair down to the small of her back. Her dark brown eyes were surrounded by luxuriously thick eyelashes — giving her a doe-like appearance.
Slowly the crowd thinned out and our group began to exchange numbers and split up. I made my excuses and explained I was going to meet some other people.
“Mind if I come with you?” Marissa asked.
“Of course not,” I replied as I ushered her ahead of me.
Together we explored the large room, meeting as many people as possible as I searched for any hint of that green. Everywhere I went, Marissa accompanied me. As we walked, she flicked her hair, smiled and kept taking hold of my arm — laughing at all my attempts at humour. It didn’t take a genius to recognise that she liked me, and the feeling was mutual.
Eventually almost everyone had left, but still, Marissa was hanging by my side. And now I’d accepted that my hunt for the girl with the emerald eyes would have to wait.
“How’s about we get out of here?” I asked.
“I’d love to,” she beamed back at me.
“Fancy grabbing a beer?” I added.
“You know somewhere that will serve freshmen?” she asked in amazement.
I explained that I’d brought a load from home and they were chilling in a fridge in my room.
Marissa took my arm and we strolled casually towards my dorm. I hadn’t intended on picking anyone up, but it seemed this night was going to be a memorable one.
Showing Marissa into my room, I opened the fridge revealing row upon row of ice cold beer.
“Wow, at least someone’s prepared,” she laughed, as I grabbed us each a can. We sat together on the edge of my single bed sipping our beers and chatting. I discovered that she was an engineering major and that her trip to Philly was the first time she had been away from home on her own.
Soon we were onto our third beer and Marissa was becoming much more tactile, stroking my arm as she told me about her life, occasionally brushing the hair from my face, and shifting ever closer until our knees were touching.
She really was very attractive, despite her diminutive size — she can’t have weighed more than eighty pounds. Deliciously smooth, olive-coloured skin and a flawless complexion were concealed behind a light, almost diaphanous summer dress. Her waif-like physique hinted at a minute, nearly non-existent chest, and her large, deep eyes shined like mirrors.
Suddenly I was overcome with a desire to kiss this elfin beauty. As the conversation came to a natural pause, I looked intensely into her eyes and pushed a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She watched as I leaned towards her and our lips met for the first time in an unrestrained embrace.
As soon as I broke from the first kiss, she turned closer to me and reached for my mouth with hers again, this time more forcibly. Her tongue probed my lips until they succumbed to her advances. Surprisingly vigorously she delved into my mouth, her tongue fighting mine like a predator versus its prey. I pulled her close, facilitating our passion, pressing our bodies together. In a tight embrace, we fell onto the bed, our mouths locked as one.
Her hands began exploring my chest through my shirt, feeling the muscles of my stomach and chest, while her tongue pirouetted in my mouth. Meanwhile, I was more interested in feeling her smooth back and reaching for a handful of her petite ass, tugging her even closer to me.
Breaking free from my lips, Marissa yanked at my shirt, removing it after several fruitless attempts. Her eyes shone brighter than before as she surveyed my torso, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of my six-pack and across my pecs. Pushing me down on the bed, she began kissing the taut skin, finally taking my nipple in her mouth, sending shivers down my body.
Further down she went, her warm tongue leaving a gentle line of saliva as she crossed each ridge and furrow of my stomach, stopping only at my jeans. She grappled with my belt, but the way we were lying made it impossible for her to undo it. Kicking off my shoes, I stood up and undid it myself. Rising with me and taking her shoes off, Marissa was soon kissing me passionately as her hands fought with my jeans.
Reaching to the back of her neck, I found the single button holding up her dress and with a quick flick of my fingers it was undone. Slowly, I pulled it forward, across her shoulders as Marissa stopped kissing me and allowed it to fall to the floor.
Standing before me was the skinniest girl I had ever seen. She had appeared thin before, but now dressed in just a pair of floral cotton panties, it was almost ridiculous. Her tits were two tiny mounds of flesh, capped with dark brown nipples standing about an inch long and as erect as my dick was. Her ribs were visible, as were the individual muscles of her stomach; while her wrists were so slim I could have circled them with my thumb and little finger.
Leaning in, I kissed her once again as my hand reached for her small, solid tits, squeezing and massaging what flesh there was. With each touch of her swollen nipples, she sighed with pleasure. Taking one in my mouth was like a lollipop, rock solid, and unforgiving, but as I sucked it Marissa’s knees literally buckled under the sensation. Concentrating on her boobs, I suddenly realised that she had undone my jeans and was beginning to pull them down.
Eager to help, I pushed them to my ankles and stepped out (removing my socks as I did so). Now the bulge in my boxer briefs was more than evident. Tentatively, Marissa ran her hand over the large protrusion.
She knelt in front of me, her face level with my ever-growing cock as she purposefully reached for the elastic waistband. Gently, but confidently, she slid my shorts around my ass and free of my groin.
“Holy shit!” Marissa exclaimed as my dick sprang free, her eyes widened, and she leant back quickly to avoid being hit in the chin. Regaining her composure, she reached forward and lightly wrapped her tiny hand around my shaft. Her fingers were so small, that try as she might, she couldn’t touch her thumb with any of her fingers. First, one hand tried and then the other, but both failed the test.
“Fuck me, that’s big,” she finally said. With both hands side by side on my cock, they still didn’t reach the engorged head and there was plenty of space between each hand. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” she added.
Almost in awe, she stroked, tugged and pulled at my dick, lifting it this way and that, trying to see it from every angle. Using both hands, she teased my foreskin forward then watched as it slowly drew itself back, a small drop of fluid appearing at the tip.
Gradually she grew confident and began working my cock back and forth more forcibly, gripping it tightly.
“Gently, gently,” I implored, as her un-lubricated hands began to hurt. Her intensity immediately dropped, and the pain with it.
“Go on, suck it,” I suggested.
Watching, I saw Marissa open her mouth as wide as possible and squeeze my bulbous head in. Despite her best efforts, her teeth still dragged across my most sensitive skin. Soon the tip was inside the warm wetness of her mouth, but it was clear that no more than the first couple of inches were going to fit in between this tiny girl’s lips.
With her mouth this wide open, saliva was soon leaking down my cock, providing much-needed lubrication for her delicate digits. Marissa was clearly adept at blowjobs, as her hands, slick with her spit, slid over my veiny shaft with ease.
She alternated from both hands working in the same direction to one pulling up while the other pulled down —stretching my foreskin. With each tug she rocked her head, allowing my tip to rub against her tongue. She engulfed as much of me as she could and her cheeks visibly sucked in with each motion.
“Oh yes, keep going, that feels incredible,” I moaned as she kept tugging and sucking away.
Soon her hard work began to pay off and my already-hard cock swelled even more. Sensing my tensing, Marissa picked up the pace, vigorously sliding both hands the full length of my dick, while my head banged into the back of her mouth.
“Oh yes, yes, YES!” I cried, “I’m going to cum, please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Dutifully Marissa kept at it as my balls tightened, I grunted and moaned as my orgasm built. I held back as long as possible, loving the sensation of my elfin beauty feasting on my cock.
Finally, I couldn’t hold off and screamed as I exploded into Marissa’s mouth. Spurt after spurt of thick cum fired viciously into her already full mouth. Her bright eyes bulged almost out of her skull. Suddenly two bubbles of white cum popped from her nostrils as she retched, expanding until they burst. Puddles of my cum exploded across Marissa’s face, while more leaked from her mouth and past the sides of my slick shaft.
Pulling out, Marissa coughed and coughed, spraying semen everywhere as the cum from her nose spread across her face. With each convulsion she collided with my still-squirting dick, spreading more and more across her face. As she regained her senses, I saw her beautiful visage was plastered in my seed. Lumps of cum hung in her hair, on her cheeks, from her nose and a large clump even encased the long eyelashes of her right eye.
Easily picking her up in one arm, I pulled her close and kissed her again. “That was amazing,” I cooed, while Marissa simply nodded as her mouth and throat recovered. I placed her gently on the bed and lay down next to her.
As she reclined, I caressed her soft olive skin, circled her small, pert tits and teased her still-erect nipples. Once again, with each touch, her body shivered in ecstasy, encouraging more affection. Almost by themselves, my fingers danced across her flesh, finally finding the soft cotton of her underwear. Welcoming my touch, but without saying a word, Marissa’s legs parted.
Further down went my fingers, between those thin, stick-like thighs, down to the sweet, wet patch hidden between her thighs. As my fingers pressed harder Marissa moaned, enjoying being the centre of attention. Hooking the edge of her panties with one finger, I ran my middle finger along her wet slit, eliciting more moans from Marissa.
I sat up and pulled her knickers off, revealing a full, plush mound of dark pubic hair. For the first time, her aroma reached my nose, the scent of desire and lust. Barely able to see through the forest of hair, my fingers explored the unseen destination on their own.
As I parted her lips with the tip of my middle finger, I bent down and sucked her right nipple, sending convulsions through her body. Slowly I rubbed my finger up and down, feeling her wetness grow. With each stroke of my hand and suck of my lips, Marissa writhed more and moaned louder.
“Mmm, mmm, ohh yes,” she muttered, her eyes closed and chest heaving under her laboured breaths.
The wetter she got, the faster I rubbed until at last, I could slip my middle finger into her pussy.
“Oh yes, yes,” Marissa groaned as I reached for her G-spot, her passage gripping my finger so tightly that had I been wearing a ring it would have removed it. Massaging the soft spongy area inside her pussy elicited moans of delight as well as a surge of wetness, but still, her muscle didn’t relax.
“Can I go down on you now?” I whispered softly into her ear.
“Oh god yes!” Marissa exclaimed excitedly.
I didn’t need a second invitation and after giving her rock-hard nipple one last lick I headed to the tangled mess that was home to the delicious fragrance filling the air.
Once nestled between her fragile thighs, I parted the bushy gatekeepers to reveal her tight lips. Holding them open with my fingers, I softly buried my face into her hot wetness. I’ve always loved the taste of a woman; each is unique and every one delicious. Marissa tasted fresh, like a warm tomato on a summer’s day. Firmness, giving way to a soft, sweet inside filled with an intense fruity flavour — she tasted divine.
As my tongue delved into her sensitive insides it was grasped firmly by her muscular walls as they seemed to forbid entry. With each lick, I fought to get deeper inside while the sole finger that fit sought out that elusive G-spot with that familiar beckoning motion.
I knew I’d found it as Marissa’s pussy tried to snap my finger in half, and she began to pant like an animal. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted, then between breaths she moaned: “My god, yes, yes, yes.”
With that her body tensed, her hips fought my hand and mouth while her heart pounded in her chest. Suddenly she cried out, “YES!!!” as a rush of cum soaked my finger and rushed out over my face.
Looking up, I saw her eyes still closed and her tits heaving up and down as she regained control. Slowly her cunt relaxed, letting my finger slide out, sending a convulsion through Marissa’s sweaty body. I lay alongside her as her breathing slowed and kissed her lightly on her cum-stained cheek.
Grabbing my face, she pulled me in, kissing me deeply, as her tongue darted into my mouth once more. Eventually, our kiss petered out and we lay there face to face, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at me.
“Have you got a condom?” she asked, “Because I don’t.”
Suddenly my heart dropped; did I have a condom? Frantically I searched the drawers by the bed with no luck. Then suddenly I remembered that I’d seen just one in my wash bag. Grabbing it swiftly, I quickly returned to Marissa, my cock growing with every step I took.
She took the package from me and ripped it open with her teeth.
“Lie down,” she instructed, “I think I need to be on top.” With that she moved to the side, allowing me to lie down. Lovingly she stroked my dick back to full erection, then she carefully stretched the tight latex along my entire length.
Straddling me, she rose as high as she could on her knees and gently rubbed my large head against her tight opening. From the back to the front, she rubbed her entire length, coating me with her juices. Finally, she positioned my cock carefully and started lowering herself.
Almost immediately Marissa screamed, “Ow, ow!” and rose up again. “Wow, that hurt,” she said as she started rubbing and then slid two fingers deep inside. Kneeling over me, inches away from my throbbing cock, Marissa masturbated herself to another orgasm, widening her tight, tight cunt.
As she finished, drops of cum dripped from her onto my protected dick. Now properly ready, she tackled my penis for the second time, with much more success.
Her boiling pussy slowly accepted the swollen head and inch by inch she took more in until she stopped. Half my cock was still not inside her.
“I can’t take any more,” she whimpered, beads of sweat trickling across her forehead.
“You’re so fucking tight, I’m not surprised,” I consoled, while gently pulling out a fraction.
Soon Marissa was gently riding up and down on what she could fit inside her.
“Oh my god, my god!” she huffed with each thrust. “Fuck me that’s good!” As I lay almost totally still she seemed to be headed towards another orgasm as her incredibly tight cunt tried to crush my dick.
Picking up speed, she was soon almost climbing off before sitting down further and further, while I rocked my hips, trying to slip deeper inside her. Gradually it seemed she was taking more and more of my dick as her pussy stretched to welcome my size.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!” Marissa screamed as another orgasm built. “Jesus, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she cried as she carried on like she was riding a bucking bronco. Suddenly I felt a burning surge as her juices gushed over my cock.
“Fuck YES!" she cried one more time, slamming down further than ever, as I felt my dick bang into something. “Holy FUCK!" Marissa shouted, leaping off me and collapsing on the bed. “Ow, ow, ow, fuck me that hurt,” she nearly sobbed, grabbing her pussy.
“What happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned, realising that her pussy had ripped the condom from my engorged manhood.
“I think I smashed into my cervix,” she replied, pulling the used condom from inside her.
We lay together as she recovered from both the shock and the pain. I gently stroked her soft hair, while she slowly caressed my still-hard penis. I watched as she compared it to her tiny body. When fully erect it was only an inch or so shorter than her forearm, and it was thicker than the very top of her arm.
“I don’t think I can take anymore,” she said to me wistfully.
“That’s fine,” I assured her, “I don’t have another condom anyway.”
“I’ve got an idea,” she winked at me. Quickly she straddled my face, lowering her deliciously wet and scented pussy onto my lips while taking my cock in her hands. As I lapped away at her soft fruitiness she began tugging me off.
Every so often she bent down, licking the tip, covering it in saliva to aid her hands. Just as earlier in the evening, her hands made swift work of me and soon I could feel my climax building. My tongue strained and stretched to tease her, searching for her swollen clit. Sensing what I was doing, she shifted so instead of sitting upright, she was more lying on my chest, her nose pressed against my dick. But now I could reach her clitoris. Pulling hard on her ass cheeks, I dragged her to where my tongue could reach. Gently, at first, I began licking her uncovered nub.
“Mmm, yes, that feels so good,” she moaned, still stroking and licking at my dick. Each time she felt me beginning to tense up she would slow her pace. Clearly, she didn’t want me to cum too soon.
Before long I heard her breathing change and felt her rubbing her pussy harder and harder against my tongue as it snaked its way around her cherry. Suddenly she moved once again, popping her clit right against my lips. All it took was a tilt of my head and at last, I could not just lick but suck on that hard bullet.
As soon as I took it into my warm mouth, her groans grew louder. Then as my tongue lapped against it, Marissa cried out: “Mmm yes, yes, YES!” as she bucked her hips. “Fuck yes,” she mumbled as she tried to lick my cock at the same time.
Her thighs squeezed my head and I felt her jerking me harder and faster than before. “Are you going to cum?” she panted.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I cried, feeling a surge of her juices flood across my cheek. As Marissa kept stroking me, I fired off first one, then another, and another shot of semen across her neck and chest. Gasping for breath, she collapsed on top of me, my sticky dick resting between her tiny breasts.
We lay that way, for a few minutes, in post-coital bliss, our hearts pounding and our flesh recovering from the exertion. Eventually, Marissa began to climb off me, her pussy leaving a trail cum across my chest.
Curling up alongside me, I put my arm around my tiny elf and held her close, kissing the top of her head tenderly. In the warm Philadelphia summer air, our sweat-drenched bodies soon were breathing gently in unison. Marissa lay there, silent, resting her hand on my damp chest with splashes of my cum still splattered across her head, neck and chest.
Before long she fell asleep in my embrace. As I lay there with my beautiful waif lying naked next to me, my thoughts drifted back to the mixer. Who was that blonde-haired girl with the green eyes? When would I see her again? Would I ever see her again?
It slowly dawned on me that if I couldn’t even be thinking of Marissa, with her gorgeous olive skin, while she was cuddling up to me with nothing on then I probably wasn’t the right guy for her.
In the morning we kissed and hugged but I didn’t feel it would be fair to do anything more. Marissa washed, got dressed, we exchanged numbers and then she headed home — still with lumps of cum in her hair and all over her chest.
As I showered, Marissa wasn’t in my thoughts. Instead, the mystery blonde with emerald eyes loitered in my mind’s eye. When would I see her again? Should I give up Marissa? Did I even want to date Marissa?
But most importantly, who was that girl?
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Bryant and Allyson flew separately from Jonathan Mayfield and two South Carolina State troopers. The judge had placed the videotape into evidence and immediately signed off on the extradition warrant. The Ohio governor's office agreed and Jonathan Mayfield was on his way to South Carolina to face first-degree murder charges. Allyson's alma mater, Northwestern, was in Bloomington, Indiana, for a Big Ten Conference game with the Hoosiers and she wanted to go west to see the game. They would...
The beach was starting to fill up. It was always that way on Friday mornings. The people heading out that afternoon wanted one last day in the sun and the people just starting their vacations were eager to see the sand and surf. Angel and Anna had disappeared in the room they shared to put on swimwear beneath their clothes. Maria decided that was a good plan so she did the same. Bryant was still wearing a pair of ratty sweatpants cut off at the thighs, an Emerald Cove PD T-shirt, flip-flops...
The FBI liaison pulled Bryant aside as he left the briefing. "I've discussed this with my superiors and we have a suggestion," the woman said. The FBI had been extremely helpful in getting the more mundane aspects of the sting operation into place. Merton Lysander Beckwith had a valid Georgia driver's license and a divorce record registered in the county. He had a vehicle registered with the state and had all of his tax filings in order. Beckwith Construction had a few contracts under...
100% fiction! Whilst Emerald Bay was working at her job as a Care Assistant, she was talking to one of her work Colleagues about sunbeds her colleague told her about a local hair salon which had a sun capsule. So the next day when Emerald Bay had her day of work and Emeraldbay paid a visit to the salon and booked a sun capsule session of 35 Mins at the rate of £25.00,after the session was booked Emerald Bay was in the sun capsule every other day then going of to the local bar for a Latte or a...
First TimeThis novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. As such it is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 22: Preparations ++++++++++++++++++++ I RUBBED MY eyes as I woke up in my crib in Caireen's castle. I felt sore as I pushed myself to my feet, and discovered my diaper was already messy. I gave into my inner infant and began crying for Caireen. Fortunately, she didn't make me wait long before she gathered me into her arms and hugged me. "Shh..." She bounced me gently in her arms as she walked to the changing table and laid me down. My...
Bryant took his leave from O'Bannon's Pub at seven thirty. He had switched to water for the last hour, even though he'd only consumed two beers in the time he'd been there. A DUI would not bode well for him in his job search. He plopped down on his bed at the inn and stretched his legs out. He thought about what he knew about Emerald Cove. Sure, the job would have its downsides. Every job would be like that. But those problems wouldn't necessarily be his to correct. His job would be to...
All chattering ceased as Bryant entered the yard, accompanied by Charmaine and Allyson Granger. Forty sets of eyes turned to face the newcomers. Bryant took an involuntary gulp as watched as Steve Curtis stepped up on a picnic table. "Ladies and gentlemen, the man of the hour has arrived!" he stated. "Detective Bryant Hawkins has agreed to assume command of our newly created detective's bureau. It is the first step in turning Emerald Cove into the sort of city we all think it can...
Bryant was on an airplane, headed to Columbia when the reality of the situation hit him. The young woman had overheard his conversation with the bartender and set up Mayfield. A guy like Mayfield could probably take a lot of ribbing but to have an attractive female question his sexuality would provoke a response. Her companion obviously knew how to take care of himself. He had risked an assault conviction to help him put Mayfield in prison. Jan was incredulous when Bryant had phoned her. She...
The next morning I left the house two hours earlier than normal, my handbag packed with as many essentials as it could carry without arousing suspicion. My heart was beating faster than it ever had before as I slowly walked down the road to work hoping for opportunity to strike. Thankfully, before too long a red pickup pulled beside me and a young early, probably in his early twenties stopped to say hello. Naturally I accepted his unspoken invitation and got in the passenger seat, placing my...
Once upon a time in a parallel dimension there was a fairy named Jamara. She knew that a war was coming between her fairy people and the woodland elves because of her paranormal powers. How she hated the thought of a war with all of its destruction and hate. She was terrified of the possibility of losing loved ones. Finally, she could take no more of the ugly thoughts and images going through her mind, so she went to her favorite place to meditate. Emerald Lake was a beautiful, tranquil place...
Chapter 15: AFTER HANNAH AND I finished up we hurried to location of the Venus, Inc club meeting. As soon as we walked in the door it seemed like every girl there had their attention directly on me. "How old is she?" one girl asked quickly. "Supposedly twenty months," I said to their surprise. "Wait, the baby talks?" One girl asked. "Of course babies talk," one clueless girl nearby that was walking over came by. "No I mean..." "No I'm not a real baby," I said... "Well, at...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 23: Teamwork ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE DAY I spent in Caireen's world was spent making some other fortifications around the valley. I had suggested building some tall tower structures around the Valley's perimeter walls to allow archers to defend in the unlikely possibility Camulus decided to come around the sides. They ended up becoming reinforced mini-citadels with housing for a small garrison of two-hundred archers a...
Emerald Princess ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 24: Approaching Storms ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ AFTER THE DEBRIEFING, and brutally honest criticism, all of us traveled back to Poe together. Hannah stripped me of the heavily soiled diaper I wore and carried me into the shower with her for a quick wash before lunch. We barely had enough time for me to nurse from her and make it to the cafeteria. Her lunch, and my real solid food, was finished in...
Bryant hung up from his call to Emerald Cove and explained the situation to the rest of the group. "So we have a Gallia County deputy interested in Shrekengost's whereabouts," Garvin summed up. "And Shrekengost and his mother are in the wind." "Sounds about right," Bryant agreed. "That's a hard thing to do without a lot of help," Andrews put forth from where he stood by the second vehicle the group would take south. "Think about it. You essentially have to have someone in your...
Ten minutes after Bryant's first meeting with his entire detective squad, Jan Elliot walked into his office and shut the door. "Uh-oh ... the closed door," Bryant said. "That means you plan to yell." "Maybe I mean to sexually harass you," Jan replied as she took a chair opposite him. "Nope, you'd have called me to your office for that," Bryant joked. "I'd have called you to my office if I planned to yell," Jan said. "Look, we need to hash out our responsibilities here....
Sgt. Scott's intent to pin a bad shooting on him disheartened Bryant. But he figured he had time later to worry about it – and that there was nothing he could about it either way. Instead, he followed Jan back to her house. She insisted she was doing fine but she could tell Bryant was worried about her. She also knew that Bryant had a lot more experience with this sort of thing than she did. So she didn't put up much of a fight when he told he'd come over to fix dinner for her. Bryant...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. As such it is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Currently there are 13 chapters written -...
Amanda and John had invited Thomas over to their Christmas party. He has been so depressed and lonely since his wife's death that Amanda thought this might lift his spirits a little. As usual, John declined. He still was reluctant to go out anywhere especially to a party since he lost his wife. However, recently his 25 yr old niece Katrina had moved in with him. His niece, Katrina who worked at the local department store, had met John one day and he invited to their Christmas party. She...
When he died last year, all ten of his grandchildren were called together at a family resort for a weekend. Granddaddy had provided for everything, paying for our transportation, lodging, and food. At a banquet celebrating his life we were treated to a slide show of pictures of him as a baby in 1932 up until the death of grandmamma in 2006 when he posed with us after her funeral. A number of the pictures were of him receiving special honors throughout his life from 1st place in a spelling...
Emerald Passing: SHAMrock Stand-In III By Dee Eon I smirked at the spiffily suited grinning boy slipping into the empty airline seat meant for Sean next to coyly smiling Sheila up in first class. Fuck! Peering up the aisle from coach class, Robert and Andrew noticed too and we exchanged glances, but that's all we were ever going to admit in our silent wistfulness toward our Irish dance company buddy's transformed belle. And transformed was the operative word because it was...
Ramona Flowers Presents J.K. Rowling?s HARRY POTTER In The Curse of the Emerald Witch PART I The rays of moonlight shone through the gaps in between the curtains pulls, illuminating the boy?s dormitory like a shiny diamond ring. The four poster beds were placed around the room, the Gryffindor emblems hanging proudly from the walls. The low snoozing of the boys sleeping was defeated by the loud, heavy snores of Ron Weasley who slept in a crooked, awkward position. The wind howled...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated, and is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please do note that it will have diapers and other...
Jan was somewhat disappointed when she saw Bryant making up his couch. She wasn't certain how far she wanted the night to go but she disliked the fact that the decision had already been made. She sat down in the chair opposite the coach and tucked her legs beneath her. Her silk robe fell open and her off-white panties were visible until she closed the robe. She chatted with Bryant, extending her legs and adjusting her posture to try to keep Bryant interested. He seemed resolved to sleeping...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after the first generation characters have graduated, but I was in the midst of writing this before the 2nd Generation Canon came out - my apologies that it doesn't directly tie in there! This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy, and may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the...
I was now spending more and more time at Emily’s while we prepared for the upcoming Spring Break. Having never been to Mexico, I was growing ever more excited — especially as I’d be going with her.Emily was clearly looking forward to the trip as well. The last couple of weeks had been filled with shopping trips. She had bought a multitude of swimsuits, short skirts, tiny shorts and all manner of clothing. I, on the other hand, would make do with just a couple of pairs of beach shorts and my...
College SexPERSIAN STYLE VENGEACE ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Supergirl and Powergirl ? Snob?s Pleasure By? Sonya? Esperanto? [email protected] Synopsis: Supergirl and Powergirl are property of DC COMICS. This is not a story intended for profit-making. This is also not intended for anyone below the age of 18. Supergirl and Powergirl fall under the power of a jealous celebrity, who...
"So that's how you became like this?" asked Annabel, "No, that's how I became an air headed, sex-crazed bimbo that the stereotype expects. It took years to become who I am today. On that day, when I saw Lester for the first time as Lulu, I wasn't thinking of trying to escape, or even trying to think clearly. My goals were simple, to get his cock inside me as quickly as possible because masturbation pales in comparison to having as many cocks inside you as you can get your hands on. I...
“What's the situation captain?” asked my best friend Mike. I, along with the rest of the Seattle FBI's RRU (Rapid Response Unit) were called in just a little over an hour ago after our captain informed us of a bank robbery in progress. “We have approximately eight heavily armed men and thirteen hostages. The silent alarm went off at 3:45 so we can assume they entered in just before that. They've tried to destroy all of the security cameras but seemed to have missed one. From what we...
The man looks around the bedroom. Her party dress is placed neatly on a chair, yet her underwear is mixed in with the messed-up bedsheets. “Am I being pranked?” He rubs his eyes and looks around again. “Where’s the camera?” The woman with quick light taps splatters her cunt juice all over her large firm thighs. She raises her legs up in the air like a candle, showing off her massive round cheeks and spreads her pussy wide open. “Oh no,” she says smiling. “I’m, like, so embarrassed right...
This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. As such it is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. Please keep in mind this story is a work of...
This work took a little bit longer hiatus than I planned due to the demands of real life, but not to worry I'm back at it again! There is a cue of three other completed chapters after this and I'm pretty sure if my energy holds up there will be another two or three done by next week. I hopefully will be able to post one a week for a while here. Right now I'm guessing there are right around 10-15 chapters remaining here. This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes...
It was Sunday night before Bryant got the chance to talk to Barry Chumley, the deputy sheriff sergeant from Gallia County, Ohio. The man had disappeared after the hearing before Bryant could get next to him. With no other recourse, he called the phone number Stan Williams had secured. "Deputy Chumley?" Bryant asked when the phone was answered. "Who's this?" the voice asked. "I'm Bryant Hawkins," Bryant replied. "We met today. Well, not actually met but we were in the same...